I’m thinking your poem is the product of a sultry night. It is so sticky yet fragrant. The honeysuckle almost suffocates and one wanders if one’s shoes might stick to a bridge. An unusual but well painted story here in this poem with well drawn images.

My first visit to your blog. I enjoyed your imagery and think I followed your thought process to the end as to why there is a question. Then, again, maybe not ! Nice writing.
Thank you very much.
Siggi in Downeast Maine

we each face the lightning alone….i like the apparent contradiction in that line…also how that interacts with your final line of will i find you there? there are some really fine touches in this joanna

wow, you’ve got me blushing. especially the bit about the structure; this started out as a prose poem, but a colleague from my critique group suggested i play around with verses… guess it was good advice!

Great tension between mood and image here–many serene moments in a deluge of frazzling sensations, contradictions, fears, yet beauty intrudes physically as an antidote in the actual language. A very fine bit of writing.